I love my Baleno sleeveless tops. Absolutely adore them. They look great over other tops, not bunching up and not making me look fat either. It’s also great under blazers and cover-ups. I do so hate wearing a too-thick top under my blazers, considering the weather and my tendency to feel too hot, or maybe it’s just because the aircon at this office is so much less cooler compared to my old ones. I certainly feel comfy in plain tees here, as long as I cover up my gams with thick pants. So back to my Whalies, I love them even just by their lonesome. They’re definitely a great buy and I’ll continue buying them up in the next months.
I'm on a the verge of tears but I am successfully able to hold them in. I don't want to cry here where no one really cares how I feel. I have to hold it in. He's not saying anything and it hurts just a little because he makes me feel like crap sometimes. Whenever I feel like this, I don't want to feel much of anything anymore. I don't want to care anymore. There is me with him and there is me without him. There's a marked difference because the me without him is an empty shell. But then, no matter how empty I may be, I am still myself, right? No one understands why I am like this. Maybe someone out there does but it hurts that even he doesn't understand. If he truly understand, then he would care enough to write, he would care enough to let me know that he's alive. Ah! I'm being scary again. And I am scary. It's not so much that I scare other people. It's more like I scare myself. Probably because this feeling of rage, this feeling of helples...
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